Yesterday, my girl and I had a full day without plans. Such a thing is becoming a rare occurrence as I watch my diary fill with commitments for the two of us.
Things are happening to make me see how precious time is. Getting a notice about her four-year-old preschool hours, watching her try overarm strokes and diving at her swimming lessons. Seeing her try out new forms of independence, like asking to cross the road without holding hands. Her absolute understanding and patience of my pregnancy, and her faith that all will be good again afterwards: "When the baby's out you can run and jump and skip with me again, can't you Mum?" I can't wait to.
I've never felt sad about her growing up, but there's something (hello, hormones) making me really feel it right now. I've been tearing up at these little things, not with sadness, but with pride. I'm so proud of who she is and who she's growing into. (And yes, I just got teary even writing that.)
So yesterday we spent the day in the city together. Just because we had a whole day ahead of us and the sun was shining. It felt like spring and I wanted to celebrate that.
She had three requests. We visited Steve at work and had lunch with him. She had sushi for lunch. And then we played at the art gallery. When did kids get so posh?
This was in the garden by the Arts Centre, a celebration of the new Hamer Hall opening, but to me it was a reminder that time is passing quickly and spring is coming.
Spring this year is going to be something special.